Siheyuan: I Use Sign-In Rewards to Keep Every Beast in the Courtyard in Line

The moment he opened his eyes, Zhang Fugui discovered that he had transmigrated to 1950. His whole family had fled famine and made it to the capital, and they unexpectedly moved into No. 95 Nanluoguxiang. From then on, his life was practically on cheat mode. Sign-in successful! Received eighth-grade fitter skills! Received X-ray vision! Trying to steal Qin Huairu away from someone? The System hands out a Super Tonic Pill! When Jia Zhangshi mocked him as a famine refugee who deserved nothing better than rotten vegetable leaves, he turned around and used the steel mill's highest salary to buy up all the flour in the grain shop. When Yi Zhonghai pressured him to donate, he opened his cellar and revealed a hundred jin of pork. “First, let the Jia family repay the three dou of sorghum they owe me!” Years later, when the courtyard had been renovated into golden villas, the beasts huddled in drafty shacks, drooling. “Brother Zhang, could you spare us a steamed bun?” He flicked an authentic Tang Bohu painting into the fire to use as kindling. “What's the rush? The aircraft carrier from tomorrow's sign-in hasn't arrived yet!”